Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky Ticky Toc

Once you call my out
will never be the same
They should never let us
Get off foot in this

Ever I was introduced to rap music
I been missin' a like Bishop and Juice
I lose it at any moment
Those who know me it

So they told you go with the flow
so that I don't explode and
Have episode where I let it go
As far as the one Benzino did

I'm waitin' for that beef
I'm cocked, locked and
I'm ready to go so bad I'm bananas
My dick's so hard Anna Nicole
Use it to fuckin' vault with

Oh, shit! I mean when she was bloated
Before cut her stomach open and lypo'ed it
Anybody I flames at gets a name, it's a game
'Cause they know that don't spit the same
It's a shame what do for ten minutes of fame

Everyday, it's the thing
People in game try to buddy, buddy us
to get close enough to study us
Everybody wants to have somethin' to do with that
They all tryin' to get that

They that Shady, aftermath money
like a monopoly
They just now finally
Understand how to rob
50 Cent was like a jackpot for me
And Dre, it's like we hit the lottery

And a slot machine at the same time as each other
Why the fuck you think we like we brothers
When we rhyme with each
In time we discovered we have more in common
we thought with each other
Both of our mothers

Our fathers ain't us
What was wrong with us, was it our
'Cause we thinkin' God doesn't love us
Two odd
Who happened to meet at the right time
What a 'cause when 50 got shot up in Jamaica Queens
I remember the call up at Chung King 'cause

Big L had just got popped just a month
If 50 lives, he's gettin' dropped Columbia
Two years later me and Doc had to and operate
when he popped up a number one
And we ain't never gonna if you wonderin'
Even if I'm the gun

You ain't gotta agree all the with me
Or see eye to eye
There'll always be animosity you and I
But see the difference is if it is I give a shit

Still gonna conduct motherfuckin' business as
aside 'fore I bruise 'em all
Swallow your pride 'fore I on it with shoes you call
Nike's, Earthlings, how do you like
You gotta 'em, look at the bottom of 'em, they're like cleats

Stompin', I been
Since Tim Dogg was 'Fuck Compton'
I was whilin',
Back when they was still makin' cassettes
I even raps Elvis yet

tells us that
Any doubts in head that seals the shit
Ricky Toc, Ticky Ticky Toc
Still with the Diggy Diggy Doc, Diggy Doc
And ya stop